CATHEDRAL by Arthur Cole

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'I wrote this in memory of all the lost souls, whose
bodies have never been recovered after mining disasters,
all over the world. May they all be resting in peace'


'CATHEDRAL'
My soul is entombed, a cathedral below.
I still walk the face, having nowhere to go.
On the day of the fall, I was sitting alone,
my brothers were there, our shift was all done. 
The props started creaking, but I paid no heed,
the noise was like thunder, I shielded my head.
The roof started caving, I ran back down the face,
black dust and rock, all giving chase.
I then had to stop, I had no place to go,
curled up in a ball, deadly silence did follow.
I kept my eyes closed, praying, 'GOD'  let me live,
life flashing before me, 'twas then  'I BELIEVED'
I opened my eyes, pitch black, no light,
the face then lit up, a fireball in full flight.
Consuming my air, lungs bursting and burning,
then I passed out, 'twas the end of my journey.
No return to the surface, my tomb now below,
my soul always wandering, with no place to go.
I pray each day, in this cathedral below,
not for myself, but for living brave souls.

Copyright Arthur Cole 2016 (27)

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